As you grow up, adults expect you to forget about the childish fantasies, such as unicorns, elves, and, most importantly, the monsters of the dark. But I know the truth. They are real. He's in my room every night. [one shot]

I remember the way he smelled, so sweet, yet sharp, like honey and sandalwoodThe way his scent lingered on his sweater no matter how many times it was washedThe way my head rested on his chest, the indentation of his shoulder seemingly a perfect fit..